Author: Demonkillr

Summary: In the summer after the death of Sirius, Harry is plagued by terrible dreams and visions of Voldemort's second rise to power. Crossovers included. R&R.

Feedback: It's the coin of the realm.

In the town of Little Whindig, Surrey there is a street called Privet Drive. In number four Privet Drive there lives a perfectly normal family called the Dursleys. If a person was to walk into the Dursley household that person would be greeted with a spotless house and a living room decorated with the pictures of Petunia, Vernon, and their son Dudley. Besides the pictures the entire household looked like it was fresh out of a showroom.

However, over the summer months the Dursley's nephew Harry Potter would live with them. In these months there wasn't a sign of his living in the household unless you actually saw the young man who was just minutes away from his sixteenth birthday. This summer in particular was proving to be extremely hard on the young man. At the end of his last school year he had watched his godfather Sirius Black die. In addition to this he had finally been told the true reason why Voldemort had been trying to kill him since he was an infant. It was a prophecy stating that he had the power to defeat him, although the dark lord didn't know the full contents of the prophecy he knew enough to know that Harry had been a threat to him even in infancy.

With everything that had happened so far in his short, you can see that Harry had very troubling nightmares. Every night when Voldemort didn't show him the results of his failure in Occlumency, muggle torture and rape, he was plagued with nightmares about the veil. Every time he had to watch as Sirius was cursed and started to fall through the veil, and every time he was powerless to do anything about it.

As the clock finally sounded midnight Harry wished himself a Happy Birthday and for a night free from Voldemort's visions and his nightmares. As was the case this summer his wished didn't come true. While he didn't receive any visions tonight he still had to face the nightmares.

Halfway through the night the dreams started to play for him again. Once again he had to watch as Bellatrix Lestrange fired the curse that drove Sirius through the veil. Normally that was the part where Harry woke up in a cold sweat, tonight he watched as Sirius fell through the veil and his failed attempts to rescue him. He watched as he pursued Bellatrix through the Department of Mysteries. He had to watch as he attempted to use the Unforgivable curse Crucio on her in retribution. Everything in the dream dissolved as soon as the curse landed on her.

Now surrounded in a gray fog Harry heard a voice he never thought he would hear again. "Harry, while I appreciate you trying to avenge my death using that curse was definitely not the way to go about it." Sirius Black said from behind him.

"Sirius I knew that you weren't dead." Without another word Harry ran towards his godfather to give him a hug. When he reached Sirius however he ended up running through him.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but this time the rumors of my demise were unfortunately true."

"So how and why are you here talking with me?"

"Since it is your birthday we were allowed to visit your dreams for a night." Sirius smiled and pointed behind Harry. Turning around Harry came face to face with himself or someone that looked like him. Jumping back from this person in shock he realized that there was also a woman present.

"Mom, Dad is it really you?" Harry managed to overcome his shock enough to ask one question.

"Harry, sorry to scare you like that but get over here and give your parents a hug." His father said. Harry still to shocked to do anything else did just that. After five minutes in his parents' arms he let go and turned to look at Sirius.

"How come I went through you but I can hug them?" He asked.

"Sorry about that Harry, but Padfoot couldn't resist one last prank. They are all so stuffy in the afterlife that I needed to pull even a minor one like that." Sirius said as he pulled Harry into a hug. "Could you forgive an old man for one last prank?"

For two hours the four talked and Harry finally got a chance to know his parents. However, in the end the conversation found its way back to the prophecy. "Mom did either of you know about the prophecy before you died?"

"No Harry, Dumbledore didn't tell anyone about it. None of the order knew about it, he just told us to go into hiding."

"How can I beat him when I'm still in school. Why can't anyone else beat him for that matter." Harry wanted to know why this burden had been placed on him. He would have loved to be just plain Harry not the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Harry, we can't tell you how to beat him. As for why no one else can beat him all we can say is that he's had some help."

"So what I'm expected to figure it out by myself? If he's gotten help then why can't I have any? Can you tell me that?" Harry snapped.

Before they could answer another voice spoke from the shadows. "Unfortunately they can't say anything that can help you in the fight you must face, but the fact that they are here is in itself a minor bit of help. If you weren't having this conversation you would be suffering from nightmare after nightmare. But if you wish for them to leave they can. If you want Voldemort to win than all you have to do is wake up tomorrow and find a sharp knife. Knowing you though you would probably just be better of jumping in front of a semi."

"Tell me if you know that if you give up now Voldemort will win and everyone that you know and love will be placed before him begging for mercy before he tortures and kills them. Sadly that is the choice you face if you give up he will kill everyone and everything that you hold dear. So tell me boy, what is it that you want?"

Harry took his time thinking of a response. "What I want is a chance to live in peace without Voldemort breathing down my neck. What I want is for him to be forgotten as just a nightmare that parents tell their children to make them behave. What I want is for him to die, if I die taking him down then that is what will happen."

"If you were to face him as you are now that is exactly what will happen at the end of next year. Would you like a chance to live through the fight? To see the world that you talked about when he is forgotten."

"Hmm let me see... Of course I would you moron! Just how am I going to get this chance?"

"What is it with humans these days? No respect at all. First that woman in Illinois sprays me with a fire extinguisher and now a sarcastic teenager. As for your question my boss is going to give it to you. On the train to Hogwarts an envelope will be delivered to you. If you change your mind you don't have to open it. If you do open it read it alone. Inside the letter will be something like a Portkey that will take you to a place to train for the fight. Do keep in mind that the training itself will be very dangerous and very hard. Only open the letter if your serious about taking this opportunity, once you are transported you will be there for almost a year if not more." Turning to the adults he added. "You three have another hour after that he'll have to wake up." With that said the figure disappeared into the mists and was gone.

"Does anyone of you want to tell me just who in the world that was?" Harry asked the adults.

"Harry that was the Metatron. Now if you need to know more ask Hermoine. We only have an hour left until you wake up so lets have some fun. Quidditch anyone?" Sirius said.

An hour later Harry Potter woke up and shook his head. What a wonderful dream he had. Now all he had to do was find a way to ask Hermoine just who or what the Metatron was.

Alright people two requests. First tell me what you think. Second send your ideas for what Harry should be doing for the rest of the Summer.